The tinfoil stuck up on Cramer's head like tufts of science fiction hair as the cherry pie filling bubbled out of his mouth. The oven was too hot and Cramer was getting worried

I felt the slithering sensation up my leg. But it was too late.

Dr. Ira H. Nodles, pioneer in social media research on FoldingStory established the three Nodles laws: I. the top three folders start ⅓ of the stories and write ⅓ of the folds. II.

I am Shutruk Nahunte, King of Anshand and Susa, Sovereign of the land of Elam. I destroyed Sippar, took the stele of Naram-Sin, & brought it back to Elam, where I erected it as an

During a heatwave on a trip to Thailand I contracted malaria. In my delirium I'd written my fiance: Got jungle fever, bad. So hot. Need to stay extra 2 weeks to replenish fluids.

"Gather round, children, and hear the tale of the creature that roams these hills, half-man, half-ape, half-Psittaciform, known by many names, but by most as Sasqwawkers, the Demon

"I think this'll pique your interest, Mr. Tell. It's a bow and arrow with target lock technology. Now, there's no way to tell it what target you want to lock on to. Let's just say

The crazy old coot in the landspeeder was right, those WEREN'T the droids we were looking for! Though, for a second there, they kind of looked a little bit like them - I mean, one

Hogwart's, of course, was the preeminent school for young wizards in the wizarding world, but for those of the magical bent not bequeathed massive amounts of gold by their parents,

Just as she was showing him the door, (good riddance) an alert came off the TV. "Due to a Homeland emergency, everyone must stay indoors for the next 48 hours."

The most difficult part of my day is waking up. And no, I don't mean getting out of bed. I mean *waking up*.

I slay me.

"Que tu es un casse couille!" She was 4'11", sandy blond. "You're so sexy when you speak french," I murmured. Actually, French was her first and only language. And I was pretty sur

Strangely, the song "Like a Virgin" came to mind as I sat there getting my head shaved. Hundreds of "cranial prosthetics" surrounded me on faceless heads. I could reinvent myself

There it was again! A shadow, flitting in and out of view, as it headed towards Pamela with a slight whooshing sound. "Pamela! Look out!" I yelled, waving my arms to try and get

It wasn't the endless meetings or the constant questions that made Harold snap. It wasn't the incompetence or the tedium or the lack of respect or the overpriced Funyuns.

She became so engrossed in writing about burnt food in her fold that she forgot about the actual food on the grill. What's that smell?

the capstone was not what it was suppose to be. Wrong name, wrong date, wrong place, and yet it seemed incredibly right. How could it be so wrong and so right? Unless

The two women laid in his bed waited for him to get back.The black,thin one kissing the red head's breasts softly on the niples.She moaned and looked up to him when he came in from

Carnival. The kettle corn was almost shouting out the smell from the port-o-poties. Almost. The man in the red shirt was carrying a giant clown head under his arm. I lit my smoke a